Chrysalis

I’m so .... So hungry!

Perched here on the roof of the cavern, my claws dug into the cold rock there is only one thought in my mind.

Food!

All the delicious things I was able to eat in my previous life are spinning through my mind, chocolate, cake, steaks, bread, yes even bread! I haven’t eaten anything for two days now, the hunger is making my mind play tricks on me. The last time I saw a Croca-beast I swore it looked like a cow and nearly leaped at it from the ceiling!

The centipedes are looking and more like a tangle of noodles. I have to solve this situation before I get myself killed chomping on something I shouldn’t.

Two days. I have been planning for two. Whole. Days.

I have studied every aspect of this end of the cavern in excruciating detail. I’ve spent so long hanging upside down over the water basin that I nearly feel asleep and dropped into the water. That would be a swim I wouldn’t enjoy...

A welcome side effect of spending all my time this way has been my sneak has levelled up to four! Thanks to spending my downtime digging away at my hiding place my digging has also reached level three.

Mua HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

I prepare, I grow, I hunger!

Sigh.

I know, these skills are pretty much useless, ok? I know. I’ll take anything I get at this stage. Hopefully, soon I’ll be able to conquer my first prey.

My antennae twitch suddenly. The target is close, I can smell them. Concentrating hard I try to focus my eyes, I’m currently positioned away from pool in a very dark area of the cavern, the snaking light veins along the walls are far apart here, allowing deep shadows to exist.

My chosen prey has been using the wall on this side of the cavern as a resting place, crawling down to the floor and over to the pool once each day to drink.

with a predictable movement path that I think I can defeat. So

Wait, I see it!

wall. It nests amongst the rocks towards the top of the wall, I haven’t been able to see clearly enough to identify exactly where so I

as quickly as I can whilst still being stealthy I scramble towards the darkness above the creature. My stomach is rumbling, demanding

stomach! I won’t

especially on the vertical surface, I

me now, facing away from my position. The large spines protruding from its back look so solid, as if

can’t start thinking negative now, my stomach is

the eyes of the hunter, the eagle, the tiger! I have to wait for my moment to strike, the timing

Now!

body around, take aim and fire my acid spray directly at the target. The liquid falls through the air at tremendous

the last few days has

as the acid begins to burn its legs, it tries to turn and find the attacker but I’m already moving, racing down the wall

its body as it can. This is the wrong battle ground for you Lizard! You want to battle me here on the wall? With my incredible grip skill at level three, this wall is no challenge, also, I am nimble and light but you are heavy and slow, with your feet burning with acid how well can you

you want to

over, I have to focus. The Lizard is bracing itself for the close range battle but just before I close in I suddenly turn and blast the Lizard

Didn’t expect that did

growls and hisses as acid continues to burn at its feet and now face. It won’t be finished from just this however, my acid is still weak, not strong

in we begin an awkward dance here on the wall, the Lizard trying to thrust forward with its fangs or spines before retreating and me snapping with my mandibles, trying to latch onto a leg or

walls and pillars of stone, shaking the air against my antennae. I’ve seen more than one fight over the last few days settled by new challengers entering as the original combatants

and forth I can see the Lizard before me is beginning to breathe heavily, the energy required to support its body

eyes! I have to dodge! A flash of inspiration strikes and I snap my feet further apart, lowering my body closer to the wall. To grip at

Chance!

closed on the head of my foe. It releases a pained growl as my jaws continue to squeeze

you

gather my strength, prepare my heart and then ...

over its head, scaly feet tipped with claws scrabble and scrape at the stone but burned with acid